[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes

Piotr cleans himself up a little, changing into some of the old clothes in the back of the van.

"This looks like an oil stain," he says impassively as he sniffs at a section of the shirt he put on.

"Nightshades," he says, referring to Moriarty, "You have my thanks."
 

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"You should feckin' sack and sue your stylist, Moriarty. No wonder you look like a total feckin' dweep." Drake grumbles as he wades through the clothing.
"Aaah well, this 'll have to do" he says as he takes the most cleanish t-shirt and uses it, together with a bottle of spring water, to clean off most of the gore and blood. He then takes his spare set of clothing from his backpack, grins at Piotr and changes into his own, clean, comfortable clothes.
"Yeah Watson, be feckin' prepared, as they say at the feckin' boyscouts." Drake says, evidently pleased with himself.


He hops into the front of the van, next to Moriarty.
"Now, off to this Roman dude, right? No offense, but after seeing you, baldie over there and your alpha, whatever the feck that may be, we're going to feckin' see somebody you lot thinks is feckin not right in the feckin' head? I just can't bloody feckin' wait. Any chainsaws or human feckin' leather masks involved?"
 

Camera squeezes himself into the other side of the vehicle.
He seems practically wired with energy. And somewhat inept at stringing along sentences.

“He’s my dad.”
“We just met.”
“We’re special people.”

Then “People call me Cam. That’s short for Camera.”
 


Drake & Piotr

Moriarty hisses as he starts the van up, “You know if you would shut up for a few seconds instead of trying to piss me off this would go much better. I don’t want to be here anymore then you do, but if you keep being an ass then I will show you just how much of an alpha I am; and I will rip your face off and shot it you.” Buzz sitting in the back reading a conspiracy theory novel, just smiles with that mad gleam in her eye.

Moriarty scowls, “This isn’t my idea of a good time, trust me and being uratha I am already a little pissed. You keep pushing me, and you won’t even make it to Max Roman’s place. Now just let me drive.”

He turns and focuses on driving.

Camera & Ariella

Isaac replies, “You are no dreaming, or losing your mind. You are uratha like my son, like me, and like the people we are going to see. You are what apes like to call a werewolf. But unlike the movies we are not slavering cursed people who change uncontrollably at the break of the full moon. We are not human, we are both spirit and flesh, and we are children of a bloody legacy.”

He pauses maneuvering the Cadillac towards a lonely road leading up to a lonely estate. He pauses at the gate and speaks his name before the gates open and he heads inside. Isaac continues, “I was once like you, scared of what I was, but in time that goes away. Because who you were is not the truth, but what you are now is. You are a proud daughter of Luna and Father Wolf.”

He parks the car, “There are others like you two, who are young in the ways of the wolf, which is why we are here. If you want answers then you should follow me.”

Faith

“Good, and…” Candace pauses turning to the door. Two large black men walk in with a shorter woman wearing just a long jacket with no shoes. Subtle Storm nods a welcome to the older of the two black men.

This is Ariella and Camera

Candace nods, “Isaac, so this is your boy? But who is the woman?”

“Yeah, the woman I just ran into her, Luna brought her to me, but she is uratha too,” Isaac responds, “so we got ourselves some young blood in numbers. The spirits are definitely active tonight…”

Subtle Storm speaks, “Isaac Shadow Sage,” she says the name with reverence , “This is Faith, Faith this is Isaac Shadow Sage, he is the alpha of his pack and a respected ithauer, his wisdom far outstrips my own.”

Isaac nods, “Welcome Faith.”

Tokiwong was having posting issues so he passed the post to me for posting post haste.
 

Faith smiles at the new arrivals, she assumed that they were Isaac and his son, and that was confirmed for her by Candace, but she had no idea about who the Woman was. She wasn't much much older thenfaith, maybe her earl twenties, and since she was naked except for the coat and because Max and Candace wanted her to meet other very new werewolves thats what the woman had to be right?

"Hi, I'm Faith, its nice to meet all of you. I guess this has been as much of a crazy night for you as it has been for me Huh?" Faith says empathically to the jacket clad woman, trying to let her know that she wasn't alone in the crazyness that was going on. "My night has just been a total mess, I black out at a party to wake up hurt in the middle of the woods, and then I get found and then we get jumped by a spider monster." the pink haired teen says. "My clothes were jus as trashed as yours, it was lucky that Candace had extras...maybe Max might have extra clothes around for her? If this is the place where new werewolves are taken to learn I mean he almost has to, right?"
 

"Heh, boyscouts," Piotr says, and rolls his eyes.

He sorts through the various knick-knacks that he picked up after returning to his senses from his tussle with the Pure. He slips most of them into the pockets of the pair of pants borrowed from Moriarty.

Since Moriarty was in no mood to talk, Piotr looks to Buzz, "Moriarty said he was an uratha? Is that an extra angry type of werewolf?"

Merry Christmas all! :D
 
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Festy_Dog said:
Since Moriarty was in no mood to talk, Piotr looks to Buzz, "Moriarty said he was an uratha? Is that an extra angry type of werewolf?"
Buzz looks up from her novel, “You know the government is responsible for 9/11; but not for what you think. It was to cover up their pacts with the Maeltinet… oh yeah President Bush is a pawn of the wound lords.”

She closes her eyes and then opens them focusing on Piotr, “Uratha is our word, the word for the people. We are the uratha, cursed for our actions, but blessed to keep on the sacred mission of Father Wolf… but who knows if that is even true. It is a First Tongue word, the language of the spirits. We all feel the rage. Just some of us are more pissed off then others.”
 

"Thank you," Piotr thanks Buzz, "I am sure I will take more interest in your theory after I have learned what the 'Maeltinet' and 'Wound Lords' are.

"So we all have the rage... Have any advice for someone who's at the beginning?"
 

Festy_Dog said:
"So we all have the rage... Have any advice for someone who's at the beginning?"
Buzz rubs her bald head, “Well, one good thing is to never push a rahu too far, Luna’s warriors tend to have short fuses and I have seen the results of that fuse blowing. But for you I recommend just trying to take it one step at a time… and stop looking at me with those lover’s eyes.”

Buzz licks her lips, “As awesome as it would be, it is wrong and debased.”
 
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